Compared to most medieval women who were dependent on others, lacked independent thought, and were destined to be male appendages, Princess Adda's views were clearly more progressive and appealing, embodying the spirit of women holding up half the sky.
Although Guilliman also liked women who were completely obedient to him and followed his every command, he was not averse to women who had their own careers, ideals, and strived to achieve them.
Adda's physique was quite special. Although she wasn't a spellcaster, as a powerful monster, the succubus had already altered her bloodline.
After two hours, she provided him with fifteen points of advancement progress, similar to the dryad girl Buir, and slightly higher than the vampire beauty Anne.
As they parted, Princess Adda sat in her luxurious carriage and smiled at the witcher, saying, "I had a wonderful evening, Master Guilliman."
"I look forward to your performance during the final treatment in a week."
...After his date with the princess, Guilliman's life entered a period of calm.
Before his monster-hunting team was fully assembled, most of what he did daily was board the large ship and, under the leadership of Captain Blackbeard, go to Lake Vizima to fish with explosives.
Unlike Buir's small boat from before, Blackbeard's large ship was thirty-two meters long and eight meters wide, a large three-masted sailing ship that typically required five to eight sailors to operate normally.
If used for cargo, it could transport approximately two hundred tons of goods when fully loaded, which was quite efficient.
With this large ship as a floating base, the merfolk beneath the surface were completely unable to harm the ship with their shoddy weapons, making every day a one-sided slaughter.
For four or five consecutive days,
Guilliman managed to kill one or two hundred merfolk almost every day, gaining three to four hundred points of soul power. It was incredibly satisfying, to the point where he almost forgot to return home.
As for how to find these merfolk, it was quite simple.
Whenever their large ship approached Black Gull Island, especially near a certain rocky, craggy inner harbor close to a mountain, the small creatures in the water would swarm to them, obstructing their approach.
After several tests, Guilliman speculated that there must be an underwater cave inside that mountain, likely where the secret of the evil god was hidden, and the place these merfolk fiercely guarded.
However, it must be said that using thunder explosive bombs to stun fish in the water was indeed more exhilarating than using beehive bombs.
Beehive bombs exploded with gunpowder, and their destructive range in water was at most about six or seven meters. If too far, they would only injure merfolk instead of killing them, rendering them useless.
Thunder explosive bombs, on the other hand, had an underwater destructive range of about fifteen meters in diameter, more than ten times that of beehive bombs.
In an underwater environment, the power of lightning magic was maximized. Upon explosion, it would instantly strike and actively attack living beings within the blast radius.
Unfortunately, if a thunder explosive bomb was used for an attack on land, due to the conductivity of air, its attack range was actually inferior to that of a beehive bomb, only about three meters in diameter.
However, as a lightning attack, another benefit was its ability to directly ignore the metal armor defense of targets, instantly electrocuting heavily armored, incredibly well-defended knights or soldiers into charcoal.
For heavy armored units that had previously been a headache for witchers, it was a fatal blow with exceptional results.
One could only say it had both advantages and disadvantages, offering excellent value for money.
Guilliman had already decided to record this type of bomb as a special weapon in the witcher's legacy, considering it his contribution to the profession.
That afternoon, Guilliman was in a cheerful mood after completing a day of electro-fishing and gaining over three hundred points of soul power.
Although using sixteen thunder explosive bombs cost him approximately four or five hundred orens,
how should he put it? As a master of expense claims in his previous life, an old hand skilled at claiming various expenses from companies, he would definitely pass this cost onto some unsuspecting sucker in the future.
"Hey, Blackbeard, call the lads, let's go to the Hairy Bear for a couple of drinks."
"Haven't played Gwent in days. Let's see if there are any new masters at the inn who dare to play a few rounds with me."
Having been in this world for almost two months,
Guilliman had gradually developed the habit of drinking and having fun after work.
Although hunting monsters wasn't particularly dangerous for him,
facing various foul odors, gruesome bloody scenes, and the exhaustion of patience and enthusiasm while expending physical energy every day would still accumulate various kinds of stress.
This also made him gradually understand why those impoverished witcher predecessors, despite being dirt poor, would spend money at taverns every day and occasionally give money to cheap prostitutes to alleviate their stress.
There was simply too little entertainment in the Middle Ages; if they didn't do this, even a witcher's thick skin would be driven mad.
Hearing that their boss was treating, Blackbeard and his sailors all broke into happy smiles.
"Haha, boss."
"That's going to be difficult."
"Now, who in the entire Temple Quarter doesn't know that the famous Master Guilliman, the witcher, is an unparalleled master of Gwent?"
"Very few people can win a single round against him."
"Even professional gamblers don't dare to play with you anymore."
"Perhaps only newcomers who don't know your reputation would dare to play a few rounds with you."
Indeed, after staying in a city for a long time and gaining a reputation, it became increasingly difficult to make money from Gwent.
Once everyone knew you were a Gwent master, only a fool would foolishly give you money.
Guilliman sighed, planning to play cards with the sorceresses or with the simple dryad girl Buir and the vampire Anne in the evening.
Although he couldn't win money playing cards with women, he could gain a lot of unexpected happiness.
As they were heading towards the Hairy Bear Inn, they suddenly saw a crowd gathered by the wooden bridge at the harbor, cheering and men whistling.
A love for excitement is human nature.
Guilliman immediately changed his target and walked towards the crowd with his subordinates.
Before he could even see what was being surrounded in the crowd, a beautiful melody entered his ears.
It was melodious and pleasant, flowing smoothly and captivating.
From the sound, it seemed to be a lute, the instrument most favored by bards.
The witcher was very tall, so he didn't need to push through the crowd to see the figure playing the lute.
It was a pretty young woman with long golden hair, dressed in flamboyant clothing. She wore a cute yet somewhat comical hat, her fingers constantly plucking the strings of the lute, and a melodious song emanated from her mouth.
Her voice was like a nightingale's; even singing a cappella, it had a captivating quality, drawing continuous cheers from the surrounding crowd.
Guilliman had seen many bards before, but most were greasy middle-aged men or frivolous young men.
This was his first time seeing a female bard, and she was so beautiful and her playing skills so excellent.
Listening closely, the song this female bard was performing was a story composed by the great poet Dandelion.
It told the interesting tale of Dandelion acquiring a sword, defeating a powerful dragon, saving the witcher Geralt, and finally bringing Geralt and Yennefer back together.
The female bard played very seriously, not caring how much the surrounding people tipped her, nor observing who the audience was. She simply played with her head down, singing loudly and earnestly.
After her performance ended, amidst the continuous cheers, money-throwing, and shouts of encouragement from the sailors at the harbor, the female bard curtsied elegantly to the crowd and said in a pleasant voice,
"Thank you all for watching my performance."
"I am Priscilla from Kovir, a humble, unknown bard, freshly graduated from Oxenfurt."
"In half a month, I will be performing a more wonderful free show outside the Temple of Melitele in the city for everyone and for those poor patients."
"I hope you can all come and support me."
Priscilla!
Hearing the female bard introduce herself, Guilliman couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
It was her, the most stunning and unforgettable female bard from The Witcher 3 game.
Her performance of "The Wolven Storm" truly allowed players to experience the charm of medieval bards.
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